Life, 1924-06-05 · page 8 of 48
Life — June 5, 1924 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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This page contains satirical commentary on education and gender roles in early 20th-century America. The top illustration, labeled "Co-Education," depicts a medical or scientific classroom where male and female students study together—still a relatively novel and controversial arrangement. Below, "Twice-Told Tales" mocks the nursery rhyme "Little Red Riding Hood" through absurdist retellings, satirizing how stories get distorted through repetition. "If College Men Could Read Their Diplomas" presents a "Valedictorian" figure whose diploma uses Latin phrases to humorously critique higher education's pretentiousness and questionable practical value. The satire suggests that college graduates don't actually understand the grandiose language legitimizing their degrees, and that academic credentials often don't translate to real-world competence or honest employment prospects.
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Twice-Told Tales Stars, with Inevitable Interrup tions) HIS is the story of little Red Riding Hood “Who titled that pitchure? Gee that’s a terrible title!” Once upon a time there was an “Why do all scripts have to gin that way?” Was an old woman who lived in a shoe, and—— “Did they build that shoe set, or shoot it in miniature?” And when she got there the cup- board was bare, and Retake on that! Get a retake!” —And the little dog laughed to see such sport, and— “Hey, you're shooting the wrong sequence! Hey ~And he stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum, and— “Wrong sequence! Wrong sequence !” ——And all the king’s horses and all p king’s men—— “Hey, nurse! Hey! Stop grinding! Kill the lights! nurse, you must have been reading too many of those continuities for my next six pitchures! I told you a long time ago continuity reading would kill y as anurse! Now go along downstai there’s a dear. Tell my. press-agent I want to see him at nine in the morn ing. And 1 want my business manager at nine-thirty—I got to be on the set at ten o'clock. Close the door as you out and don't’ wake Father and Next time you shoot a bed time story see if you can get a good script, like Goldilocks, and stay with it! Goo’ night, nurse. Morpheus Action! Camera!” er! Weed Dickinson If College Men Could Read Their Diplomas hes VE, baccalaureus. 1 see y passed all your inquisiti “Sure, sic semper. Here's the coveted sheepskin as a testimonium of my artium.” ‘Wonder what such an instrumentum would do toward landing a real job. Nihil, unless you feel academicus and want to stick around and teach at the old collegium “Non meus, I'm set to sell bonds.” “You and me both. But I'll be sort of sorry to leave old Novo Porto, Con necticut.” “Veritas. It’s been a happy IV years, in toto.” “Well, glad we got our dips. Only wish we could line up as easily IIT good seats per se for the game H. “Same here. Wale, Gulielmus.” ardus, old bean.” Exeunt, Fairfax Downey THE VALEDICTORIAN AS HE THINKS HE LOOKS, AND— comicbooks.com ardiensis.”